The third thing Finn didn’t mention and it was too very unprofessional that they didn’t take his guns. No, his fucking guns were on him... just like how he said, one in the chamber, safety off.
And he was quick and sudden with it, too quick to even realize what was happening.
The thing was that Finn truly is someone who is ready to die, but if the time comes, he will not die without any purpose, without doing anything. So he did what he saw in that training video with the special force members.... yeah he did just like they did in that video. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel⚑fire.net
One person is behind you with a gun, while another one is sitting in front of you, unprepared for any quick or sudden actions... not just that, but the man with the gun is also not ready, because the thing he is waiting for is the order from his boss... maybe even he is not focused on the actual thing to shoot, but invested in the talk, and of course he too is not ready or expecting anything to happen... it’s only a second, even less, but if you do it well, you can kill both of them.
Finn’s gun placement is ass... the double shoulder holster... but he has a gun at his waist for a reason... to be quick.
While they talked he noticed that the gun placement on his head was to the left side, which meant the gunman is left handed, so it was the best position to be in.
A quick, sudden, and coordinated movement.
He suddenly leaned to the right, turning his body to the left while simultaneously reaching for his waist and with his left hand grabbing the gunman’s hand.
What he did was truly something straight out of an action movie, straight out of that video he saw... he did it with precision, did it with only one goal in his mind... to kill, not even caring about what if it went wrong... yeah, he was ready to die... but no, he wasn’t the one who died.
As he pushed the shooter’s gun away, he aimed his at the man in front of him and pulled the trigger twice... one went straight into his throat and the second bullet went into his jaw. Then, when the gunman behind him regained control and pulled away, Finn threw himself from the chair to the ground to create distance and better position... and once again pulled the trigger twice.
The smell of gunfire, the smell of blood, and the noises... that was what filled the warehouse in less than ten seconds.... and of course the dying noises of the man who was in front of Finn.
It was gurgling, he was fighting for oxygen while his throat was being filled with blood, and slowly choked, and slowly he... died, just like how the gunman who was hit straight in the head, and the second missed him.
Yeah not even ten seconds... Finn the cannibal, turned into a assassin, a hitman or something... because even he was fucking mind blown by the fact that it worked, so mind blown that he stayed on the ground, aiming his gun upward, thinking that it was just all a hallucination, that his mind made this up, and he actually died... yeah, it is just an imaginary situation that he could have done this... but after a minute, as the smell blood started to hit his nose more and more... he finally realized that no, it was truly reality and he did it... he fucking did it.
He just shit on them, clutched a situation where his odds were almost nonexistent.
That’s what can happen when you fear no death.
"My god..." He whispered, still shocked and then for a moment again he became silent, just staring at the man and then his eyes darted at Sira... his body, his head, his ambition and life... that 20 years he fucked up.
Though Finn realized he had to act fast, focusing only on what mattered and ignoring everything else.
"Let me see who the fuck you are..." He whispered as he leaned down and started going through the man’s pocket, and there it was, a phone and a fucking wallet on him. "Alejandro Torres..." he looked at the picture and back at him. "Why the fuck would you have your real ID card on you... " He said as he pulled it out and threw the wallet on the ground, and he grabbed his finger to unlock the phone, but he couldn’t understand anything of the messages, he pocketed it, and then he did what he should have done immediately.
To call and alert everybody and tell them the news... that once again they are under attack... but why would things be so easy?
Yeah, as the adrenaline wore off, he felt a sudden sting.
"Ah..." He looked down as he pushed his hand to his stomach, and there was blood... lot of it.
He didn’t notice it because of how fast everything was, and adrenaline acted good and fast, but the gunman shot once too, and it hit... and slowly his whole body started to feel it, as his vision slowly started to blur and fade.
"Ivy, s-send a m-message to Hector and Ramirez." He said as he pulled out his phone. "Message is, I have been attacked and shot by the Sinatra cartel, they are after everybody in the family. Arm up and be careful. Send it."
"Message has been sent."
He was able to warn them about what was about to unfold, the bloodbath that would happen... a bloodbath he might not see, might not witness, as the coldness began to hit him.
But Finn is not a weak man and moreover he still wanted to fight, not because he was scared, but because he wanted to kill, wanted to kill more of them.
So he slowly walked toward out the door, pushing his hands against the wound, and he acutally passed Dirsan’s dead body. Maybe he didn’t even notice it, as his only focus was the car, to get in, and get the radio... to be able to tell what’s happening to everybody... but the way there he noticed one thing even when his vision was blurred... and it made him stop.
Green dots in the darkness, like fireflies... and Finn thought it would be a beautiful way to die, like fireflies dancing in the night as he bled out... yeah, how peaceful it could have been... but those dots were not fireflies.... and it became more and more clear as it seemed that they were getting closer and closer to him.
Then suddenly... it stopped, the dots vanished... but immediately after, dozens of laser sights locked onto Finn’s body, and maybe because of the adrenaline surging through him once again... his vision cleared for a moment, and he saw it.
Motherfuckers, with night vision, plate carriers, helmets, and ARs in their hands. All of them were aiming at him.
"Huh... i-interesting."